Chapter Eight #3
Her hands fly to my hair, trying to hold me in place, but I'm too impatient to be contained.
I'm everywhere at once, unhooking her bra to pull it from her body, nipping a line across her round belly, tugging her skirt off, and then spreading her legs to fit myself between them.
I make a meal of her, licking and kissing everywhere, just because I can.
Just because I can't get enough of the way she gasps, moans, and trembles for me.
"Fucking hell. I could die happy right here," I breathe against the side of her throat, yanking her ass onto my lap. My cock lands against her sex, and fuck me if that sight isn't pure perfection.
I rock my hips, just so I can watch the head of it slide through her slippery folds. If there's a better sight on earth, I haven't found it yet, that's for damn sure.
"Wade, please," she groans, the pale pink quilt tangled up in her hands. "Please."
"You need me inside you, beautiful?"
"Yes!" she cries softly. "Need it so bad."
"Then come here," I murmur, hooking my arms around her to lift her until she's seated on my thighs, her legs spread around me. "I want you right here in my arms when I'm inside you. Lift up a little, beautiful. Help me put myself inside."
She makes this sweet, broken sound, using my shoulders for leverage to lift herself. I notch myself at her entrance, loving the way her eyes are level with mine and I can feel her tits against my chest, feel every quivering breath she takes.
"Eyes on me, baby," I breathe, cradling the back of her head with one hand. The other is firmly around her waist, guiding her down.
Her emerald eyes tangle with mine, her expression soft and dark, so full of need, I can't breathe for a minute. Christ, I need this woman to love me. I need her wrecked for me.
I work her open slowly, not losing eye contact as she takes me inch by excruciatingly perfect inch, her body stretching around me. She's so tight, so fucking perfect.
"Jesus, Harlow," I pant through gritted teeth. "I'm not going to last in this sweet little thing. You're already killing me."
"M-me too," she sobs. "God, Wade. You feel s-so good. So good."
I kiss her, simply because there's no humanly way possible I can make her come again before I do if she keeps talking. My tongue tangles with hers as she slips down another inch and then another until her ass is against my thighs again, and I'm buried to the hilt inside her.
Every instinct I have screams for me to move, for me to fuck her hard, but I force myself to stillness, giving her a minute to adjust. Giving myself a minute to revel in the way she feels wrapped around me. I want this moment imprinted in my brain forever.
"Christ, Harlow," I breathe, my forehead against hers. "You feel like heaven wrapped around me, baby. Can I keep you?" I groan, my fingers flexing against her body. "Tell me I can keep you."
"Keep me," she whispers.
I growl, my control slipping. My hand falls from the back of her head, hooking around her waist. I lift her halfway off my cock, and then drop her.
"Wade!" she shouts, her head flying back. Her inner muscles clamp around me in shocked delight.
"You like that, beautiful?" I do it again, dropping her harder this time. Again, her muscles clamp around me, my name flying from her lips.
Naturally, I keep doing it, just to make her keep saying it and squeezing my cock like that. Within seconds, I'm lifting and dropping her so fast, she's going wild above me, clawing at my shoulders, chanting my name in a litany. Her legs lock around my waist, giving her leverage.
I groan, tumbling her backward beneath me. "Jesus, baby. Keep rocking your hips just like that," I growl, pounding into her like a madman. "Ride your man from beneath."
"Wade, Wade, please." Her hands scrabble along my back, her head tipped back. "Oh, please!"
I slip my hand between our bodies, pressing my thumb to her clit. "Is this what you're begging for, beautiful? Is this what you need from me?"
"Yes!" she shouts, her pussy fluttering around my cock now.
"Good girl," I breathe, nipping her throat. "You tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you. Anything at all." I suck a mark into her skin, so fucking desperate to come, it's painful. "You're mine to please now, Harlow. Mine to take care of."
She moans, her back arching from the bed…and then she's detonating around me, her pussy clamping down so tight, all I can do is growl a curse. I slam into her again and again, choking on her name and the pleasure as my balls draw up.
The feel of her teeth in my skin sends me hurtling over the edge. I roar her name, planting myself deep.
I come so fucking hard I can't breathe, I can't think.
I collapse on top of her, rolling us to the side so I don't crush her with my weight, both of us breathing hard. My lips brush her crown, her cheeks, her lips. My hands run across her arms, her sides, everywhere I can reach.
"Harlow. Jesus, Harlow," I breathe, my voice shaking.
"Wade," she whimpers, burying her face in my throat. "Don't let me go. Please, don't let me go."
"I'm not letting you go," I whisper against her ear. "Not ever, beautiful. Not fucking ever."
"Okay," she whispers back.